[Idle curiosity, or an implication? There is something in this child's eyes that unsettles him. Something painful, vulnerable, but profoundly intelligent all the same. And his own gaze is one that does not shift from its mask--somehow, it's likely that doesn't matter.
Perhaps he does speak from experience.
He's looked out on it. Counting stars has become habit. They're in his mind, but they never stay in the same place, and the endless churn of the universe around him is a pattern he will never memorize.]
I've been lost in it, yes. But I always find my way back to colour. As will you.
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Perhaps he does speak from experience.
He's looked out on it. Counting stars has become habit. They're in his mind, but they never stay in the same place, and the endless churn of the universe around him is a pattern he will never memorize.]
I've been lost in it, yes. But I always find my way back to colour. As will you.